Mom said I'll be fine, that it's going to be alright
But mama doesn't know what it feels like to want to die.
Losing track of my time and wondering what it feels like to be "okay" ... Tell my maker up above that I can't carry this anymore 💔
Mom said I'll be fine, that it's going to be alright
But mama doesn't know what it feels like to want to die.
Losing track of my time and wondering what it feels like to be "okay" ... Tell my maker up above that I can't carry this anymore 💔
Depression is real and it's nothing to be joked about
Maybe the post sounds like I'm joking?